Breaking Weston (Bloody Saints MC Book 3)

by Roxanne Greening

  My mind begs me to run and not stop. And to not let the memories come, but I know I need as much sleep as I can get in order to keep going. Even if the nightmares will zap most of the rest from me.

  I don’t bother removing my shoes or pulling the blankets down. I only do it far enough to make sure it’s clean. Then I lie down and close my eyes. Soon the darkness takes me.

  Nine Months Ago.

  The hallway was quiet. I poked my head out of my room, and looked, finding it completely empty. My bag held everything I needed to disappear, and I clutched it in my left hand.

  Sighing in relief, I pulled myself through the open door, but before I could close it, I was pushed roughly back inside. The skirt I was wearing got caught up in my feet, forcing me to fall.

  My knees hit the floor silently, and as I slid on the carpeted floor, my hands started to burn. Then I felt someone latch onto my hair, pulling me to my feet.

  A startled cry left me, and it filled the room as tears filled my eyes. Before I could reach the hands pulling my hair, I was shoved into the wall.

  Pain screamed through my system like a fire ant’s powerful bite. It burned. Then they wrapped their fingers around my throat, squeezing it painfully. The air was becoming more and more difficult to pull into my lungs.

  “Where do you think you're going? Zec was just murdered, and Besin’s on his way home…” my bodyguard growled.

  He was their cousin, and I knew the three of them were close. Well, as close as three sociopaths can be. Actually, there were four of them in their close group. Zec, Besin, Kostandin, and my bodyguard Leka.

  I knew he wouldn’t kill me, but I wasn’t going to let him stop me from leaving. My left hand latched onto his wrist, and I dug my nails in as hard as I could.

  My other went to one of the guns that were under his arm. His shoulder holster barely moved. Closing my eyes, I prayed that there was a silencer on it. Because he was going to die, and I could only hope it was soundless.

  As I opened my eyes, I looked into his dark evil eyes and smiled even though my lungs were screaming for air. Bright spots were starting to flash all over the place.

  “What the fuck are you laughing at?” He snarled in my face. I could feel his heated breath as it bathed me. Lining up the gun, I pulled the trigger, and the silent pop jerked him back. I didn’t stop. Instead, I kept firing until there was nothing but clicks when the trigger was pressed down.

  It felt like minutes when, in reality, it was only seconds. We fell down together and my hands planted on Leka’s wet chest while the blood poured from his body. Lifeless cloudy eyes stared back at me, and a shudder shook my body.

  Taking big gulps of air, I dragged myself off of him. My hands left red prints on the pristine, once-white carpet as I moved off of him. I reached for the bag that had fallen a few feet from where we were.

  Not bothering to wash my hands, I ran from the room with my bag over my shoulder. The car keys that I had stolen from Leka’s pocket were clutched in my hand like the lifeline that they were.

  Freedom was so close, I could taste it in the air. The sticky wet blood on my hands was getting cold, and the slight smell of old pennies filled the car.

  I remembered the look in his eyes. They were cloudy and lifeless, and it plagued me as I drove. I would need a new car and fast. I needed to ditch this one and get as far from it as possible.

  As the night swallowed me, I let the tears flow. The wrongness of my life and the life I was raised in surrounded me.

  All I could do was find my footing and then find Ronnie.

  Present Day.

  Gasping, I sit up in bed. The light that’s shining in the room tells me it’s close to noon. I slept for maybe four hours.

  I need to get back on the road and get to Ronnie. Funny how she set all this in motion, and her actions set me free.

  I owe her my life. That’s what kept me away all of this time. I was going to go to her sooner, but I couldn’t do that to her. Now I was going to drag her into my mess. It hurt to think about, but at the same time, I was dying to see her.

  I climb on my bike and leave the room behind, but the nightmares will continue to follow me. It is something I wish could be left behind. Will I ever escape their reach?

  Chapter 5

  Savanna

  Present Day.

  I don’t know what I expected, but this wasn’t it. The rain began about thirty minutes ago. I’m currently exhausted after being on the road for eight hours, and I’m more than ready to get someplace warm.

  The man standing in front of me has me frowning. Is he the one that killed Zec? If so, I owe this man a lot.

  “Listen, I don’t know if you’re here for some repeat or you hope for more, but I’m not interested. My bed is full permanently,” his voice is low and cold.

  My eyes look into his dark ones, I could see the darkness that he hid under the layers. This man could do things, horrible things. Had I made a mistake?

  “Are you listening to me everything all in one piece up there? I don’t remember you, and if I did fuck you it was a long time ago, so move on,” he growls at me.

  Anger simmers inside of me. I want to tell him to fuck off. Maybe even punch him in the face. Shit, I want to just plain kick him in the balls for all of womankind.

  “I don’t know who the hell you think I am, but I take offense to that shit you just spewed,” I snarl at him.

  As I get closer to him, I press my finger into his chest. “You’re not that special,” As I say each word, I poke his chest, which seems to anger him even more.

  His eyes turn from a dark to a cold expression. His hand latches onto my wrist, pulling my hand from his chest.

  “No touching,” his voice is low and lethal.

  “You see, I’m looking for a friend or more like a sister of mine. I thought she was here, all my intel points this way,” I tell him in a jumbled mess.

  I was already trying to figure out my next move. If Ronnie wasn’t here, I needed to move the fuck on, but I was almost positive I heard Zec and them talking about this biker club.

  “Ronnie dammit, where are you?” I sigh as I turn to walk away.

  “Who the fuck are you?”

  “I’m Savanna, and I’m looking for Ronnie,” I tell him.

  Shit, maybe he heard of her. Please by all that is holy, don’t let this be a dead end.

  “Come on, she’s inside. You try one damn thing I’ll slit that pretty throat.” His tone was dead and flat as his eyes.

  What could I say to that? Don’t worry, I’ll put a few bullets into you if your fucking with me?

  Chapter 6

  Savanna

  Present Day.

  I don’t know what I expected, but seeing Ronnie hold out a baby to the deadly cold stranger wasn’t it. That’s for fucking sure.

  “Savanna?” Ronnie questions.

  My eyes focus on her. The last two years haven’t been kind to either of us. Sighing, I fight the urge to shiver. The cold that clings to me sinks deep into my bones.

  My chest aches, actually everything aches. There is so much pain, and so much time that passed. As I notice a slight pink scar on her shoulder, I fight the urge to curse at the bastards once again.

  “Come on,” she gestures to the kitchen, and I slowly follow her. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the guy tracking her. Wherever she goes, he watches as he makes his way to the couch.

  I didn’t want to give him my back completely, so I kept my shoulder slightly turned in his direction. But the hair on my body still rose, I fucking hate men.

  “Tell me everything,” Ronnie whispered gently.

  Where the hell do I begin? So much has happened since she called me that night and disappeared. The memories swirl like a dark, angry tornado in my head. My chest muscles clench as agony and despair roll around in the tumbling mess.

  Seeing my distress, she comes to my aid. My savior. “Start with what made you leave.”

  “I guess it was when Besin was ann
ounced to be my husband,” I drifted. My tone changed to a monologue as I told her everything. But my mind was back there.

  I had never seen Besin so angry and my father so at a loss. Hell, I had never heard of this happening. It may be something they’ll cover-up.

  I knew one thing, I didn’t want to marry anyone. It was real soul blackening fear gripping my insides.

  “But she was already announced to marry Besin,” my father stumbled over his words. It was a first. I would have found it funny if my world wasn’t, once again, cracking at the seams.

  “And now she’ll marry me,” Zec’s cold, deep voice was like a glacier. So cold, I shivered even though there were walls and doors between us.

  “When will this happen?” My father asked quietly. His tone lost its confused edge and now held a note of concern. For me? Or for himself?

  “Two months,” Zec’s words could have been a bomb. It imploded, and the silence that followed was only interrupted by the screams in my head.

  “Is Besin ok with this?” My father was desperate to save face. This would look terrible and reflect poorly on the family. Rumors will go around of me spreading my thighs for Zec. They’ll think I must be pregnant. Why else would he take his brother's future bride?

  The thought made me gag. That sick fuck wasn’t touching me. Not now, and not ever. My timetable just moved up quickly. I needed to get out and get out now.

  “My brother will fall the fuck in line. He knows his place,” Zec snapped.

  I detected the threat in his tone. He was letting my father know those words were for him as well. My dad had a place, and he needed to stay in it.

  I waited for Besin to say something. When he entered my father’s office, I saw his anger. He had the need to destroy something written all over his face

  The silence confirmed my fears. No one wanted to piss off Zec, and that was terrifying in and of itself. My heartbeat increased, and my hands turned clammy. I was fucked.

  “So, they gave you to him? Are you married?” Her eyes looked to my bare finger, and I could see the way her tense shoulders relaxed some.

  “No, I didn’t marry him,” my lips formed a tight smile.

  “What happened,” she leaned in closer. Her eyes were swimming with concern.

  “I was trapped. They watched my every move, and the whispers started around the second day after the announcement,” I sigh and look down at my hands.

  My god, was I ever going to getaway? Three days after I overheard my new wedding plans, my bodyguard became more diligent.

  I packed my stuff and hid it in a small hole I cut into the drywall in my closet. I was careful and made sure to put it back in place, like a puzzle piece. Then I parked shoe boxes in front of it.

  The days blended together as I waited and prayed to anything and anyone I could think of. I even went to church to beg God for absolution. I asked for forgiveness. For what I needed to do to escape and for the hell that my life had become.

  My nights were filled with terror as nightmares plagued me. It showed me my future if I failed to escape. My days were then spent dodging Besin and Zec.

  The worst part was pretending to be okay with the choice.

  Sighing, I rubbed my eyes. What choice did I have? None of us were free to choose. My face was wet from my memories. They were something I’ve been running from for a while now.

  “You don’t have to tell me, Savanna. Maybe someday you can open up…”

  “No, I can do this. I just want to get it over with and let the past bury itself where it belongs.”

  Blinking, the light in the kitchen hurt my already burning eyes. I didn’t want to go back to that time. Hell, I didn’t even want to go back to the last few months.

  “Freedom comes at a price, sometimes higher than one wishes to pay.”

  Again, I beg for the patience and strength to get through this. To spill all my deep dark secrets.

  Besin was becoming more and more of a nuisance. He didn’t believe my calm exterior and loathed that I wasn’t going to be his.

  He sulked around our house and sometimes made appearances wherever I went. Like at the restaurant I liked to go to. It had amazing food, and the laid-back atmosphere was well worth the thirty-minute drive.

  It was filled with cheesy things like the red and white checkered tablecloths. It had old signs and license plates all over the walls and beautiful wooden chairs. Definitely a place I know Besin would never frequent, yet there he was sitting a few tables away.

  Every time I laid eyes on him, my breath would catch. Besin and Zac were both very attractive, but the evil that was deeply ingrained in their souls held an ugliness that made their angelic features terrifying.

  His eyes filled my veins with ice every time he watched me. I didn’t even need to look anymore to know he was staring at me. The goosebumps on my arms always alerted me of his coldness.

  I knew I wasn’t safe. Besin will want to take what he considers his, me. The thought squeezed my stuttering heart. My palms turned clammy, and my stomach turned as bile rose up my throat.

  Skip this shit and just spit it out. You don’t need to rehash all the details. Come on Savanna pull it together!

  “My freedom came at a cost. I took that chance when Zac came for you. In all the confusion, I ran.”

  I could still feel the hot sticky blood coat my hands. It was also splattered on my throbbing face. The thought of his cloudy eyes continued to give me nightmares. Who knew death made your eyes that way?

  “I fought him. Leka caught me trying to run, and I…I killed him.”

  “Sav,” she used one of her favorite nicknames. My eyes filled with hot tears, and they slowly flowed down my cheeks. My heart began to twist in my chest.

  “She’s not safe here,” the deep voice startled me. As I swing my head around, I see the hottest man that I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Shit, I had to resist the urge to rub my eyes or pinch myself just to make sure he was real.

  “Weston, what the hell are you doing here?” Ronnie asked, coldly.

  It wasn’t the tone one would use for an enemy or even someone they didn’t like. It sounded like a disapproving kind of tone.

  “Gage called me,” he shrugged like that answered everything.

  “She’s not leaving. They will catch up to her, and I’m not letting them take her,” Ronnie’s voice rose the more she spoke. As she stood up, her chair scraped back making a loud noise.

  “She’s coming back to the clubhouse with me,” his carefree tone was laced with a subtle warning that had the hair at the nape of my neck rise.

  “Don’t I get a fucking say in this?” I growl out in frustration as Ronnie slowly sink back into her chair. It was as if she agreed with what fuckface was saying.

  “No,” they both said in unison.

  Neither of them looked at me. They just stared each other down. I thought for sure they would break out in some sort of duel. So, their laughter startled the fuck out of me. It was to the point that my chair rocked back, almost taking me to the floor.

  “Sav meet Weston,” she points at the dark-haired Adonis.

  I fought the urge to gulp and fan myself like some teenager with her first crush. Shit, was Weston my first crush? Thinking back, I realized it was true, and that was truly sad.

  “Sav?” His tone was filled with confusion.

  “I thought her name was Savanna?” He said while scratching his chest like some stupid caveman. Shit, even that was attractive. I was in serious trouble. Men were always just background noise, and he needs to join them.

  Chapter 7

  Weston

  Present Day.

  One day that fucker is going to get a good punch to his jaw. I wasn’t his bitch! We have prospects for shit like this. “Come collect this chick from my house and keep her safe.” What kind of fucking message is that?

  He failed to mention that she’s really hot. He knew I avoided women that looked like they could be put on a pedestal. I preferred my women to be freer
with their needs, and that includes other men. There’s less attachment that way.

  I was a fucking asshole, I knew that. Didn’t change anything though. Not that I was trying. I watched as my brothers fell for their women, and I had yet to meet one who could make me even want that.

  This woman, though, she made me want to drop down and thank god for her presence. And that was my cue to run the other way.

  But it’s something I can’t do. I was ordered to take Savanna to the clubhouse. I have to watch her and keep her safe, even if I have to cuff her. She has that look in her eyes like she’s going to bolt.

  I would drag her ass out of here, kicking and hissing like a cat in a sack. Pissed off pussy was highly entertaining.

  “You going to hiss at me wildcat?” I ask with a smirk. Her eyes narrow, and I swear to god, her fingers curl up like she wants to claw the shit out of me.

  “I’ll rip your balls off and feed them to you. I’m not going anywhere with you. I’ll just head out on my own,” Savanna growls like a feral cat.

  The way her eyes dart to the door makes me tense. She’s going to make a run for it, and the last few moments I’ve been on edge.

  She was beautiful and entertaining. Everything to make me want to run the other way. Her eyes are full of fire, and her smile is dark and screams, I’ll take a bite out of you.

  “You can try, wildcat,” I tell her with a knowing, yet daring, smirk. Fucking run baby, I’ll catch you.

  God, I’m so fucked. Definitely drowning without any chance of survival. This chick is like a wrecking ball. Her need to be saved did something to the caveman deep inside me.

  As she looks at the door again, I can tell that she's calculating her odds. My smile grows even wider when Gage enters behind me. She’s not going anywhere.

  “Sav,” Ronnie says, gently drawing Savanna's attention to her. Hell, they could be sisters for all I knew. Fuck, I hope not because family was very important to Gage. Suddenly the danger of falling for her took a whole other turn.

  “You won’t it make out there, Sav,” Ronnie said sadly.